Creeping
up the blind side,
shinning up the
wall
Stealing thru the
dark of night
Climbing thru a
window,
stepping to the
floor
Checking to the
left and the right
Picking up the pieces,
putting them away
Something doesnt
feel quite right
Coming out the woodwork,
thru the open door
Pushing from above
and below
Shadows but no substance,
in the shape of
men
Round and down and
sideways they go
Adrift without direction,
eyes that hold despair
Then as one they
sign and they moan.
Images
of sorrow, pictures
of delight
Things that
go to make up
a life
Endless days
of summer,
longer nights
of gloom
Waiting for
the morning
light
Scenes of unimportance,
photos in a
frame
Things that
go to make up
a life
Help us someone,
let us out of
here
Cos living here
so long undisturbed
Dreaming of
the time we
were free
So many years
ago
Before the time
when we first
heard
Welcome to the
home by the
sea
Sit down, sit
down
Cos you wont
get away
No, with us
you will stay
For the rest
of your days
- sit down
As we relive
our lives in
what we tell
you .
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